Monday, August 12, 2013

"The magical trimmings of her life are at the same time its realest part."

-Christa Wolf

For some time now I have felt a need to visit the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I'm not sure where it came from or why it was such an ardent desire but this weekend it finally happened! Holy shit, you guys, it was like returning to the mothership. It is what I imagine the inside of my brain to look like: dark, quirky, beautiful, and filled with unnecessary knowledge. I was flailing my arms with joy before we had even made it passed the gift shop entryway. If you have not been and were really looking for an alternative to drugs, you should check it out. I could go on forever about my favorite parts so instead I'll just say that the video on Theories of Forgetting is the MOST BEAUTIFUL thing I have ever experienced. Whoever thought to stack together a chorus, German explanations of pseudoscience, their English translations, and waterfalls, officially owns the key to my heart. Hanna said she would love to be proposed to on their roof. I, on the other hand, feel that if I'm ever depressed or if you recently did something terrible to me or if you have to give me really bad news and need a way to soften the blow, you should take me here. I walked out onto the roof and said that I was certain my life had just changed.

A couple of weeks ago we had a pool day that quickly segued from relaxing to way intense. I'm REALLY not one to share anything that is actually significant so it must have been the chlorine in the air. We talked about our families and famous last words. It's surprising that we are all so well-adjusted. Once emotionally drained, Hanna drew while I read until I could read no more and had to cannonball away my exasperation, which is fitting since I was reading Moby-Dick ("Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth..."). Water has such healing properties. Floating around in a pool all to myself and suddenly realizing that it was raining was legitimately a magical moment. I'm having quite a lot of those these days.

If you haven't caught on yet, my friends are the shit. Being the crazy self-analyzing person that I am, I always try to figure out WHY I'm attracted to the people that I'm attracted to since they are so diverse. "They are impressive as fuck" is not really the best explanation but it is all I have so far. Lily and Rachel have decided to share their hilarity with the world so we are all attending regular comedy shows. Personally, I think it takes all out balls to do stand-up so I'm stupid proud of these girls. No one thinks I'm as funny as I think I am and I still could not get up there and try to make a crowd full of strangers laugh. As if that was not enough, Rachel decided to be a major badass and start an all-female open mic. You should all come, if only to hear her laugh. Never again will I go to a comedy show unless Rachel's laugh is in attendance. It's louder and more exuberant than the entire audience combined and makes me bend over from trying to stifle my own cackles. I love my laugh because it has a tendency to be utterly unabashed but Rachel takes the cake.

If this amazing drawing doesn't convince you to come to the show, it should convince you to look at Hanna's Society6 shop. The kid is always talking about finding her style and I so clearly see her development but I think everything she has done has always had her signature. She has up two of my absolute favorite sketches and you know you want one (or more).

It's been a while since you last heard from me. Obviously, there have been many pictures taken since then. Dontcha wanna see how preeetty we are?